I recently admitted in another thread to how I cast my boolits in college in the sweltering cauldron of Kingsville, TX, on the coast. Two AM, inside my travel trailer on the gas stove with the vent-hood going, wearing nothing but my skivvies, boots, a leather welder's apron (sheds lead away from the tops of the boots), and a pink fez. Ok, I made that last part up, it wasn't really a fez, it was a t-shirt sleeve worn on my head to keep sweat and hair out of my face, and the way I wore it it kinda looked like one. The only shirt I could afford to cannabalize for the purpose happened to be a pink one some girl left behind. Had to cast about once every two-three weeks to feed my range habit, but I only cast a couple hundred at a time, that ladling got old quick.
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